[There's a ghostly thrum like a muffled yelp. Then, slowly, Honedge emerges, wrapping its tassel around the tree like a hand and peering around the trunk eye-first. It clatters a little in a swordly shiver.
Far away as he is, Mewtwo tenses a little at the spike in pressure. The sword had seemed eager to jump to help - he hopes it's him the other presence is reacting too, and not anger at the odd Pokemon's appearance.]
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Far away as he is, Mewtwo tenses a little at the spike in pressure. The sword had seemed eager to jump to help - he hopes it's him the other presence is reacting too, and not anger at the odd Pokemon's appearance.]